[ it's not something she shares with a lot of people, especially not so casually, but — she feels at ease, here. like she won't be judged for letting some vulnerability slip through the cracks, through a veil of playfulness.

then again, she's also wearing his clothes and because of that, not a concealed weapon in sight for her to pull out so it's no wonder she's letting herself go in his kitchen. ]

Yeah. It was strange, you know? I was in the middle of extracting a Widow from her home and poof! Then poof again! They had even redone their bathroom and everything. Even adopted a kid.

[ yelena wonders about the blip from time to time, wonders what it was like to have lost instead of being lost. she wonders what it would have been like to have grown a little older over the years with natasha, but time was a little less kind to those that remained. but it's nice to be able to relate to someone on this level, and many others.

she pushes the cup of coffee in his direction while taking a sip from her own. ]

Wow. So you're old, but not that old thanks to Thanos. But, no, I mean like, your bones. How old do they feel?